Donât you remember him from the Wilmot project?â
Pete also scrambled up and stretched out his hand. âHow do you do, sir? Iâm very pleased to see you again.â
Perhaps it was due to Taylorâs formal and respectful tone and choice of words, but Eliâs frown softened. âThank you, young man. I trust youâve been well.â He shook Peteâs hand briefly.
âVery well, thank you. May I present my fiancée, Michelle Moore. Weâre to be married in May, unless she comes to her senses.â Pete laughed wholeheartedly, while Eli blinked like an owl.
Michelle jumped up and practically sprinted around the table.
Please, God, donât let her throw her arms around my fatherâs neck. The prayer flitted through Calebâs mind in an instant. Even after five years, he still didnât understand Englisch forwardness or publicdemonstrations of affection. But thankfully, Michelle stopped short in front of Eli and kept her arms at her side. âI have wanted to visit Peteâs Amish friends for months. You have such a super home. I want to live in a big house like this someday, but maybe one a little closer to civilization, and not set so far back from the road. Passersby can barely see it. And was that a pig I spotted next to your barn? Do you own a real pig? Itâs so huge compared to those potbellied mini ones.â She grinned as though pleased with herself.
Eli was utterly flabbergasted. âYes, the pig is real.â
âWhy donât we have some lunch?â Caleb broke his fatherâs inertia. âI know Mamm left a plate of sandwiches. Why donât I get a jar of peaches from the pantry?â
âLunch in a real Amish kitchen? Wait until I tell my friends at work. Theyâll be so jealous.â Michelle returned to her seat next to her intended spouse.
Eli shook off his trance and began to wash at the sink. âYes, lunch is a good idea. Then Iâll need your help this afternoon in the fields, Caleb.â
âI would love to pitch in too, Mr. Beachy,â said Pete. âIâm fascinated with farming. What are you plantingâwheat, hay, oats? Maybe soybeans? Alfalfa? Barley?â
When it became apparent that Peteâs guessing would continue until he exhausted the name of every grain and vegetable, Caleb intervened. âWe need to plant seed cornâboth sweet and field.â
âI should have known.â Pete slapped his forehead with a palm. âGood cash crop, right?â
âThe market fluctuates, but right now itâs not too bad.â Caleb fought back a grin. Pete hadnât known the difference between beets, turnips, or kohlrabi during their trip to an open-air market and had shown no interest in learning. âThese sandwiches appear to be ham and Swiss cheese on rye with tomatoâeverybody okay with that?â He set the plate down on the table, along with jars of mustard and mayo.
âKnowing your mamm , there should be enough.â Eli murmured, carrying over plates, napkins, and forks.
Pete placed a sandwich on both his and Michelleâs plates. âWeâre fine with these, thanks.â
âBut theyâre ham!â Michelle gasped, pressing a palm to her chest. âI surely hope this isnât that pigâs sister or brother.â
Eli settled himself at the head of the table before answering his female guest. âWorry not; this particular hog was a total stranger to us.â He fluffed his napkin over his lap.
âOh, thank goodness.â She bit into her sandwich with zeal. After Caleb spooned peaches into small bowls, Michelleâs admiration rose to a new height. She forked one peach half and held it aloft. âDid your wife actually can these from your own peach trees, Mr. Beachy?â
âOf course she did.â Eli began eating as though late for an appointment.
âThen she should put those little doily-hats over the jar lids